Perfect Strangers

by J.T. Geissinger

But the thing people don’t realize is that the past is a living, breathing entity that exists apart from our wishes or best intentions. It’s not gone, and it’s certainly not invisible.

I don’t understand the language, but I get his gist: You’re being rude. How American of you. Perhaps next you’d like to shit on the Eiffel Tower?

“And I love to look at you, beautiful Olivia,” he whispers back, his voice hoarse. “It’s a privilege I don’t deserve, but one I’m so grateful for.”

“Be not inhospitable to strangers lest they be angels in disguise.”

“When Morpheus approaches Neo and offers him two pills—a red one that will reveal the truth that the world he knows is an illusion, or a blue one that will allow him to stay blissfully ignorant and return to his old life—which pill would you choose, knowing what comes after?”